"She's outside the cemetery, let her do it."
The dark sky was drizzling. In the Tianji Cemetery on the outskirts of Dahua City, today is the day when Gu Jun's funeral will be held.
It was said to be a hero, but there was no publicity, and even insiders were not generally informed of the death. There were very few people present at the funeral, and they were all bosses and colleagues that Gu Jun knew and was familiar with. The Dongzhou Tianji Bureau sent the retired Mr. Qin to attend as a representative, and it was this old man who brought Gu Jun into the Tianji Bureau.
Gu Jun, because of a brain stem tumor, died at the age of 23.
The Tianji Cemetery has been closely guarded for a long time, and there is a township and monitoring system built with old seal stones to prevent it from being destroyed by evil believers and dark creatures. Around Gu Jun's cemetery, there are also special cameras to monitor other possible anomalies.
At this time, the freezing rain drenched the trees in the cemetery and gradually drenched the solemn black clothes of the people attending the funeral.
Master Tong, Dr. Shen, Yao Shinian and other Gu Jun's old bosses each took a shovel and went to the grave where the coffin was about to be buried, digging the soil with one spade at a time.
A marble tombstone has been erected in front, and the picture on the tombstone is young and handsome.
A whole month has passed since the incident, and the faces of everyone are still full of unspeakable unwillingness, sadness and heaviness.
The conclusion of the above investigation on this matter is that Zhai Minghui is fully responsible. Zhai Minghui suffered a mental breakdown because he was attacked by Gu Jun's spell during the comprehensive review of Gu Jun, but unfortunately this was not discovered by others , while Zhai Minghui carefully prepared for the assassination, he brought a pistol on the day of the incident and escaped the inspection.
Because of this evil result, many people were held accountable, but Gu Jun didn't get any justice, and today's funeral is not easy to come by.
Master Tong and the others have guilt, hatred, and pain, but they can only do this, otherwise they will only plunge the Tianji Bureau into civil strife, and then they will be settled soon.
At that time, the situation will only get worse.
Besides, they are not sure whether Zhai Minghui is solely responsible or whether someone else is involved in instigating the truth.
Not far from there, Deng Ximei, Peacock, Mo Qing, Jin Zhuzi and others are all there. No matter what the truth is, they will go to the mysterious world after today.
As for Cai Zixuan, Wang Ruoxiang, Uncle Dan, and Lou Xiaoning, they all came from Dongzhou Tianji Bureau, and they all respect Mr. Qin very much. Mr. Qin comforted them a bit, but it was still the truth, and the sudden death of Gu Jun was an opportunity for the dark forces to take advantage of it. This world needs someone to stick to it.
It's hard, but someone has to do it, just like Gu Jun insisted on before his death...
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting people's bodies, and it was bitingly cold.
After the tomb was dug, Master Tong, Yao Shinian and the others, as well as the young and strong Cai Zixuan and Mo Qing, went together to lift the nanmu coffin that was placed next to it and put it into the tomb. The weight of the coffin was on their hands, it was extremely heavy, but it was also this coffin, which seemed to be as light as nothing.
The inside of the coffin was actually empty, without Gu Jun's bones.
Part of his body has been used as a specimen, and the rest will be cremated, but the ashes will not be placed here to avoid being stolen by evil organizations.
And those Kalop dissecting instruments are undoubtedly another part of Gu Jun, and they will not be buried in the ground. Those instruments still need to be studied and used.
Inside the coffin was only Gu Jun's worn-out white coat.
Although Gu Jun has various identities and titles, his file status in Tianji Bureau is a doctor, and he has always regarded himself as such, and has been busy treating diseases and saving lives.
It was still morning, but the sky was increasingly covered by dark clouds, and there began to be rumbles of low-pitched thunder, which made everyone's hearts tremble.
After they put the coffin into the pit, they filled the soil back with spades until the soil covered the coffin and filled the pit. Then everyone presented a few bouquets of simple flowers, and extravagant flower baskets, ribbons, elegiac couplets, etc. were useless. This was precisely the respect for Gu Jun.
After the burial, everyone lined up in front of the tomb, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and held a moment of silence.
After three minutes of silence, they bowed three more times. Only then did they seem to be truly determined, with red eyes and tears falling down.
The wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and the rain was washing their faces.
"Ah Jun." Then Lord Tong spoke the funeral speech on behalf of everyone. However, those who knew the truth knew the real cause of death. If they couldn't even tell the real cause of death, what was there to say about the funeral speech? Therefore, Tong Ye said simply: "You are gone, we will continue to do our best to do things well, to fight against foreign enemies externally, and internally against internal enemies."
After finishing the funeral speech, Lord Tong said to everyone: "If you have anything to tell him, just say it." Then fell into silence.
"Mr. Gu, the children of Dadicheng will not give up." Peacock said, Mo Qing, Jin Zhuzi and others nodded heavily, and Catherine and the others agreed.
Cai Zixuan murmured: "Since there are guns, even a coward can kill a brave hero."
Wang Ruoxiang next to her heard it. If Gu Jun heard it, she would definitely ask that question. She asked, "Shakespeare?"
"Don Quixote." Cai Zixuan sighed.
Lou Xiaoning felt sullen and couldn't get out. Uncle Dan, who was usually lively, was choking up again and again, but Deng Ximei, who usually had nothing to say, said resolutely: "Ah Jun, thank you for your care during this time. I hope that one day, we can meet again. Whether it is On earth, or hell."
"Hey, can't it be heaven?" Lou Xiaoning asked.
"I don't believe in heaven." Deng Ximei said.
When Professor Qin over there heard the words, he let out a long sigh, and his gray hair became even more withered.
They stayed in front of the tomb for a long time, and under this reluctance and sadness, they left slowly.
The rain did not weaken, but became more drizzled. Only when the lightning flashed by, the black sky was so bright for an instant, followed by thunder and thunder.
Not long after the tomb was quiet, Wu Shiyu still came, wearing a set of everyday casual clothes.
Even standing in front of his tomb and looking at his photo on the tombstone, she didn't feel that Xianjun was dead, but when she tried to call him to touch him through telepathy, the cold and blank feeling told her, He is gone. Since that day, nothing has been completely disconnected.
"Xianjun, you should still be dead before your resurrection, so I'll take a look. I just want to tell you that I won't leave you alone. After all, I want to find someone else that I like so much. It’s really hard to be human, if you have the time, it’s better to find a way to revive you, that’s it.”
Wu Shiyu stopped and looked at it for a long time before turning around and leaving.
She covered the top of her head with her hands and shivered from the cold, gradually disappearing into the heavy rain.
Except for the sound of thunder and rain, the cemetery was silent, and the dark clouds were still piling up.
The rain hit the tombstone, hit the photo of the young man, fell to the ground, washed the soil, patter...
Boom, there was another muffled thunder.
The vanished lightning briefly illuminated something strange about the cemetery, the newly filled soil seemed to be loosening slightly, and shadows condensed on the ground.
It seemed to be a human figure, seemingly real and unreal, and it was clear for a moment: the figure was wearing a white coat and a plague doctor's beak mask.
When the thunder fell, suddenly, the shadow condensed into a bird flying out of the ground, and its claws landed on the top of the tombstone to stand still. It was a black-haired crow, with a black beak and a pair of eyes covered with a dark color, and it seemed to have a different look when it walked around.
It stood on the tombstone for a while, then suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the sky of lightning, thunder, squalls, and far away, leaving the cemetery.
The rain was falling, but the photo of the young man on the tombstone remained the same.
It is not the dead that sleep forever, for in strange eternity even death will be annihilated.